62 More Days To Go
I shouldn't count. But then, if I don't, it wouldn't sink in to my mind. There are 62 more days to go before one of the most dreadded days of my life will arrive. You can count, go figure out what it is.
Every single day I ask myself what I've gotten myself into. It's like, suicide. Damn it.
I am trying to squeeze everything that I have (or should have) learned in college in five months. And time damn flies so fast and I've relaxed too much that I just realized, I've only got two months left. In my life, I've never read so many pages of a book in a day!
It seems like life has taken its course in management advisory services better than I did. It seems to know my payback period and when it will get its highest return out of its investment in me.
I am now regretting those times I've cut class. Those times that I didn't listen to my professor just because she is "barok", or just simply because she has lipstick on her teeth. Those times when I took the lessons for granted because I know I'd get the prof's mercy. Those times when I had the chance to shift or even take a double degree just to have a back-up in terms of my career opportunities. Those times when I've cried and stayed up late trying to solve my personal problems rather than the problems assigned to us. Those times when I should've gotten just a little bit more serious about college.
It is indeed payback time now.
And I am paying for the price.
Fight lang ng fight!